Only Learning

by ThatHandsomeDevil

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Original Character, Sex, Human, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 4026

A short romantic clopfiction in which Twilight Sparkle sends herself to Earth to research humans and ends up in the house of a random human, only for them to eventually fall in love.

Initially my fanfiction for a friend of mine, I decided that, since it has been forever since I've written anything, I'd give this the polish it deserves and bring it into the light! I know there's a lot of room for expanding on this, but I don't plan to; especially not with so many other unfinished things on my plate.

This one has sex. It's certainly not my first "clopfiction", but it's the first one I've decided to go public with. If clop isn't your thing, I'd advise you to steer clear. If it is, I hope you enjoy this sweet little tale <3

Published 2013-08-26 12:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-26 12:50:02 UTC

Only Learning

She was lying by a wooden fence on a lonely suburban street when I found her that night. The Autumn air was hanging low and damp, thin clouds threatening to block out the moon and make it that much harder to see anything. I would have taken more time to appreciate how the moonlight looked on her hair and her minuscule figure if I wasn’t so focused on the way she was laying. She was turned on her side, her entire right side against the fence so that her whole body would fit on a thin strip of grass. I knew she wasn’t asleep; she had a tick about only being able to sleep on her left side. When she went and did things like this, she laid on her right side.

“Twilight.” I said evenly, close enough for her to hear me. “While right now isn’t really the best time to argue the merits of laying down in the grass in the nighttime in an alleyway, and I have no doubt that that is precisely what you and I will begin doing once I’m finished speaking, I really do think it’d be best if you and I were to go home, or for you to at least not lay down on the grass, considering it’s unsanitary.”

Twilight, being rather obedient this particular night, lifted herself up into a sitting position. Leaves and stray grass clippings clung to her hair like desperate refugees.

Ah, her hair. Definitely one of the strangest things about her, at least if you only went by surface appearances. It was a navy blue, but didn’t look dyed at all. She never had a problem with roots, and it had a nice, even coloration. Almost like it was her natural hair color. Adding to the strangeness of her hair were the single stripes of bright pink and purple, which fell as unkempt bangs across the bridge of her nose.

Her lips, pale and and thin, reddened like the rest of her skin from being out in the cold, had parted, prepared to speak.

“Why does it have to be so cold.” She said. It was too unceremonious to even be a question. Just a flat observation.

“Because it gets cold in the fall.” I responded.

"It feels strange without fur, though. It's a different sort of cold. I can't decide if I like it.".

"It's taken you this long to still not reach a conclusion about how you feel about being cold? I was looking for you for a long time, you know.".

"Sorry..." Her voice, normally a monotone as a result of her never ending analysis, was tinged with some kind of regretful tone.

"Hmm?" I said, taken aback by her sudden lack of apathy.

"I wasn't just thinking about my surroundings, as I'm prone to do, but instead thinking of you... About the day I came here.".

For how well it carried in my memory, it could have happened that same afternoon. That day, I had been at home, wasting time alone. I wasn’t antisocial, nor did I never leave the house, but some kind of feeling was keeping me there. So I sat at the end of the bed, wondering why I wasn’t somewhere else.

A sound akin to a gunshot rang out, characterized by a complete absence of any echo. A flash of white went off behind me, and I spun around in my chair, frightened out of my mind. The noise had come from down the hall, near the stairwell. I charged out, my hand already on the banister, only to see that someone was already on the staircase.

Kneeling there was a girl, her purple hair draped across bare, pale shoulders, her entire body without clothing. The air around her was steaming, and smelt of freshly set out firecrackers and kerosene. Despite that, there wasn’t any sort of burn residue anywhere around her. Before I could stammer out a question, she calmly held her arms out, running her fingers over her figure.

“Hmm. I have fur similar to Bon-Bon’s now. I wonder how that happened.” She said observationally. She looked around for a moment, her eyes eventually resting on me.

“Oh. Hello.” She said. She didn’t appear surprised to see me. Just.... analytical.

“Ahh... Hi?”

“Are you a human?”

“Well. Yes. And so are you, to tell you the hard truth.”

“But... But... I read in my books that humans had a covering of fur! This doesn’t feel like fur at all! And look at how uneven the color is! I’ve even got these strange splotches in places!” She said, sounding nearly disappointed. I was trying to keep my eyes focused on parts of her body that weren’t normally off limits (though I doubt she’d mind if I did.).

Ever the astute one, Twilight noticed my eyes darting around, not sure where to look.

“Oh, right. You human males are attracted to the female form. I suppose your wearing clothes is a suggestion that humans, with their meager amount of fur, need them to keep warm, rather than as a fashion statement.”

Twilight then began running her fingers over her body, cupping her breasts (A 36 C, as she’d later never cease to remind me once she got the proper measurements). She shifted their weight in her hands, apparently having fun playing with them. Meanwhile, I was doing my best not to get excited. Especially when her hands drifted down, towards her vagina. She began doing a very thorough... inspection, letting out little gasps and moans as she did so.

Eventually, pulling her fingers away with a thin string of a particular fluid attached, she looked up at me, panting slightly.

“I... I... yes... Well, I’ll have to remember to... to... try that again sometime.” She said, eyeing the clear liquid resting on her fingers. She brought her fingers to her face, giving them a cautious sniff. And then, her lips parted, her tongue darting out for a taste

Oh my God... An involuntary shudder passed through my body as her tongue drifted over her fingers. As she pulled her tongue back into her mouth, taking the fluid with her, she swallowed, apparently trying to find a way to feel about the taste of it.

“Mmmm... Sweet. I wonder why...” she contemplated, the most absent minded she’d been since spontaneously appearing in my universe. She turned to me again, all thoughts off of her impromptu sexual exploration.

“What’s your name?”

“It’s Luke.” I responded, nearly too taken aback to answer.

“Hi Luke” She said, smiling for the first time. “I’m Twilight!”

For the next several months, I was Twilight’s caretaker. She slept in my bed, ate my food, and wore my clothes. At least until I saved up enough to buy her some clothes. My favorite part of that experience was underwear shopping; who knew people could be so entertained by how stretchy panties are? My parents never found out about her, since she still had the ability to do magic, even without a horn to channel it through. I would take her down to the library, get her a pile of books, and she’d sit in my room and read while using an invisibility spell.

She seemed content to just sit there, reading about my world. She said that was why she had come in the first place: research. She insisted that back where she had come from, she was a unicorn. Normally I would have dismissed it as crazy, but she had arrived in my house in the nude from seemingly out of nowhere.

One of Twilight’s biggest interests seemed to be cars. She was taken aback by the fact that there could be intricate “miniature trains” that didn’t require any pulling by other people. She studied mechanical manuals and engineering books for hours, learning every detail of a car, from the serpentine belt to the axle rods. Even though I had never cared much about them, I humored her and let her ramble on about Nissan Fairlady's and Dodge Darts.

Other times, she’d go out and wander around the city. The sights and sounds shocked and amazed her, the animals and the plants and everything else something new to document and analyze. It made her happy. When she was done, she’d simply sit and wait for me to find her, emitting a faint aura only I could see. I’d bring her home, and we’d sleep.

And the whole time, something stirred up inside me. Sure, you could argue it was bound to happen, what with a beautiful young girl living with me, how could I NOT eventually fall in love with her? She just had that way about her. That young soul imbued with such maturity. There was so much information she wanted to intake that she was stuck in a state of permanent analysis. I could see the deeper seated yearning for friendship in her eyes, but she was too caught up in her own studies.

So many nights I spent laying in bed next her, her fully-clothed form still feeling so right next to me. Never once had we done so much as accidentally bump into each other during the night, but I was strangely okay with that. I wasn’t experienced in sex, not at all. I’d copped my share of awkward feels with girlfriends, but I’d never had a partner. I didn’t want to be with anyone but her, though, and risking that for a one night stand seemed foolish.

I was okay with waiting until the time was right.

I snapped back to the present as I realized Twilight was lifting up her argyle sweater, revealing her bra and then her naked breast to the night air, nary an audience to appreciate them but myself and the autumn night.

“GAH. Twilight! Please tell me this isn’t something you do all of the time in public!” I nearly screamed, it taking all of my willpower to not raise my voice, given that we were in the middle of a suburb.

“Of course not. I’m just looking at something.” she said, the soft pink nipple on the end of her right breast standing fully erect from being in the cold.

“Look at it. It’s all hard now, and I don’t know why.

“Well... When the human body is cold, some parts of your body stand up. I think it has something to do with the hairs on you.”

“But there isn’t any hair on here.” she said, gesturing to her nipple like it was something any other girl would do at the bus stop on a Saturday.

“Well, not everything the body does make sense.”

“But why be something that doesn’t make sense?”

“Well, sometimes we enjoy having things that don’t make sense.”

“Like what?”

“Like... Well, like love.”

“Love? I’ve read about that in books. It seems like fun!” She smiled at me as she said this, her shirt still lifted up.

So oblivious...

“But I still don’t fully understand love. Can you help me to understand?” she continued, looking up at me

Everything be damned. I’ll never meet another girl like this in my life.

The world entered a slow-motion view as I leaned forward toward her face. It was as cliche as every sappy romance novel and movie and T.V program made it out to be. The beautiful moments of quiet intimacy we’d shared over the last few months flooded back into my head all at once, bombarding me with moments that made my heart flutter, or skip a beat... moments that made me feel as imperfectly perfect as a human could feel.

And then, finally, our lips met. It too, wasn’t perfect. Not in form, anyhow. She was inexperienced, simply trying to mirror my movements. Not that I was any professional, but you couldn’t read about how to do this in a book...

It was everything I’d ever wanted, and I knew exactly why that was the case. Her lips were so very soft, as thin as they were, and her tongue darted hungrily throughout my mouth, through my teeth and back again, caressing my own tongue; examining and documenting and lusting in a way that pushed her whole body towards me in a fitting combination of ecstasy and desire.

She pulled away suddenly, a string of saliva following her tongue. She looked up at me again, her mouth hanging open and her breath coming out in surprisingly feminine pants, her shirt still pulled up to reveal her breast, which was looking more and more within my grasp with each tense moment.

She broke the silence, not being one to mince words

“Your... Your mouth is so warm, and my chest, it’s... it’s cold.”

Taking my head in her hand and idly feeling my hair with her fingers, she pulled my head towards her chest.

Not being one to miss out on such an opportunity, I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it hard and fast like I was a child again, my tongue flitting around it. Twilight appeared to enjoy this quite a bit, the panting becoming a low moaning as I continued to help her to warm up.

“Enjoying yourself?” I said to her as I moved away for a moment, taking the opportunity to finally feel her breast with my hand, her areola slick with my saliva.

“It... It feels d-different when you do it.” she stuttered, still enjoying the way I was touching her. “I’ve done it myself, but it didn’t f-feel quite like this...”

She trailed off, pressing her body into me for another kiss. As she enveloped me, she pressed against my aching erection, threatening to burst with anticipation. She ignored it only for a moment to give me another peck on the lips before turning her attention to my growing manhood.

“Oh... Did it get big down here because it’s cold, like my breast?” she asked, looking up at me as she tried to free my member from its ever-tightening prison, eventually finding my zipper and yanking my pants and boxers down to reveal me.

“I guess that I can use my mouth to warm it up...” she said, somehow having found a way to sound seductive. She reached her tongue out, poking it against my head to retrieve some of the pre-cum that had already gathered there, scooping it into her mouth to experience the new taste.

“Mmmnn...” She stated, swallowing. “It’s... bitter, but somehow, since it’s from you, I don’t mind so much.”

Her tongue was against my whole head suddenly, dragging forcefully across from my shaft and all the way down. Slick saliva left it glistening in the moonlight, and my mind was officially emptied. I didn’t even care that we were out in public, in a suburb on a cold Autumn night. Twilight was making love to me, and nothing going on around me could distract me from how right this felt.

Her lips cautiously wrapped themselves around me, her tongue swirling around my swollen head as she began to gain courage and slide her mouth down my shaft, caressing it and exploring it with a giddy fascination. Her head began to bob up and down against it, her teeth only brushing against my skin a few times. It felt amazing, and I knew if she kept it up, I couldn’t last long. Feeling a wave of pleasure build up at the bottom of my shaft and work its way steadily up, I could help but let out a moan as she returned to my head, licking it like it was ice candy. I felt the dam breaking, and I grunted Twilight’s name as I released my seed into her mouth, finally ceasing her movements with the sudden climax.

She pulled away from my cock, coughing, yet still trying to swallow my semen, apparently savoring the byproduct of my orgasm.

“Ahh! I’m sorry, Twilight, I-I didn’t mean to...!” I said, surprised by my own behavior. She shook her head, taking the last drops and licking them off of her fingers.

“It’s okay. It tastes strange, but like I said... I think... It’s okay if it’s yours.” she said, looking at me with an expression that made my heart melt.

She suddenly became aware of where we were, and felt embarrassed, quickly getting on her feet and pulling her shirt back down. Following her cue, I yanked my pants up, zipping them up and offering her my hand. She took it, lifting herself up with surprising agility, pushing her lips against mine. Keeping me close, she broke away for only a moment, whispering to me:

“Hold on to me. Let’s finish this somewhere... private~.”

And, with a flash of light, we were out of the moonlight, off the patch of grass in the nameless suburb, and back in my room, standing together on my floor. She looked up at me, a hint of tears staining the edge of her amethyst eyes, and she hugged me close again, enjoying the single moment with me in our sanctuary.

“Now, hold your hands out straight in front of you. Keep your arms straight. Bend your knees to either side.” I demonstrated the technique, looking thoroughly ridiculous. Twilight, always the loyal student, copied me.

“Now, slowly put one foot in front of the other. This isn’t the same as walking on four hooves, so just take it slow.” I said.

Twilight placed one foot a few inches forward. And then the other. Left foot, right foot, left foot...

She was about halfway across the room when she got a little too cocky and sped up too much. She tilted forwards, arms flailing wildly in a valiant, but in vain, attempt to save herself. I quickly crossed the distance to her, reaching my arms out and making a fantastic catch. She looked up to me with a smile, quite grateful.

“Just like a prince in those fairy tales.” She said, beaming at me.

“Aheh... Just call me Prince Charming. Here to catch you every time you fail at something even babies can do.” I said, giving her a smug grin.

She put on her best angry expression, looking at me with chagrin.

“Oh, come on. You know I was just joking, Twiligh

She was in my lap, nothing but her panties on now. Our clothes lay discarded and forgotten on my floor, only the moonlight lighting my room. Hands were all over, her body touching whatever she could reach, and mine more than happy to return the favor.

Not wanting to waste another moment, I slipped a hand down her panties, pressing my fingers against her lightly dripping womanhood. I slipped a single finger inside, her womanhood graciously accepting and yanking it in like a vacuum, clamping around it with force I’d never known possible. She cringed and let out a sweet-voiced yelp that left me desiring to enter deeper.

Holding her against me, I ventured further inside, my finger worming its way along her nearly unbearably tight walls, so wet and yet so warm at the same time. She held her hand against her mouth, yelping and moaning every time my finger moved even slightly further inward. Her nails dug into my shoulder, hurting in the best possible way. Finally, I reached the base of my finger, the rest buried inside of Twilight. Seeing she was already in the throes of pleasure she’d never felt before, I decided to mess with her. I began wiggling my finger inside of her, pushing it this way and that, stimulating every edge of her. She writhed and thrashed, having more trouble stifling her moans.

She looked at me, red blush printed across her face like thick Sharpie ink, and began fumbling with my zipper, still distracted by the fact that I was finger-deep inside of her.

Finally releasing my erection, she grabbed it and forcefully positioned herself over it, pushing my hand away to pull her panties to the side. She forced me into her, pushing her unrelenting tightness against me until her form was clenched tight around my entirety.

Reaching a new height of pleasure, she gasped, and fell forward, laying her head against my chest. She began moving her hips slowly, eager for movement. I obliged her, moving my hips like a clockwork, grinding myself in and out of her at a pace that slowly but surely worked from sluggish to feverish.

Every thrust brought forth wave after wave of mind-clearing pleasure. Twilight’s pussy was as tight as a vice grip, and she moved with a desperate fervor that left me dizzy. My hips were moving with the mindless precision of machinery, and I was lost in the sensations of pleasure.

There wasn’t as much... talking as I thought there’d be. We were both making our fair share of noise, sure, but there was no real conversation. Pornography wasn’t like this. This felt different... Real. Something more special.

And apparently, Twilight thought it was time for that to change.

She lifted herself off of my cock, as unceremonious as ever. Holding it in place, she positioned her other hole over the head of my dick, allowing herself to gently push against it.

“I... almost wonder... how it will feel... in... here...” She panted, moaning more with each inch that made its way into her ass. Finally, assisted by the coating of vaginal juices, my cock slid inside of her other opening, and she let out a cry, my dick stretching the walls of her asshole even harder than it had her pussy.

All bets were off now. We had had our moment of intimacy. Now was the time for simple fucking, like rabbits. I let the carnal urge consume me, and pushed her back against the bed, lifting her lower side up while she rested on her chest, plunging my manhood into her with a mixture of strange fury and longing. Twilight was lost in her own pleasure, crying out every time I thrusted inside of her. Her hair was disheveled, spread every which way on the bedspread that I couldn’t even remember the color of; I was that lost in the girl laying on my bed.

I chuckled to myself, looking down at her:

“Didn’t think you’d like it in the ass.” I said, pounding into her relentlessly as I spoke.

“Mmhn.. Something I... aaahh! always wanted to... ungh... try.” She stammered back, one hand placed on her leaking pussy, rubbing against her clitoris. I could tell she was close, her breathing coming out in ragged gasps; she wasn’t the only one.

“Ready for your first orgasm?” I said to her, pushing into her even harder.

“Yes! Show me what it’s like!” she nearly demanded, two fingers inserted into her vagina, her mouth open wide and her eyes shut tight.

I gave her a few final thrusts, pushing into her with all of the force I could muster. I felt an orgasm like the one I’d had earlier build up in me, worming to the tip of my shaft faster than a volcanic eruption, and I burst forward with an orgasm the likes of which I doubt I’ll ever have again. Twilight cried out, her eyes momentarily becoming a solid glowing white, her body shaking with a powerful magical and physical discharge that reached its apex and disappeared in seemingly the same moment. She slumped back against the bed, breathing heavily.

Minutes passed. Hours, it felt like. Twilight, back in her panties, looked over at me.

“Luke?”

“Hmmm?”

“Do you remember the first day when you were teaching me how to walk? When I fell and you caught me? And you said you’d always catch me?”

“Of course.”

“Is that what love is? Catching someone no matter how many times they fall, because you just want so badly for them to never hit the ground?”

I pondered that for a moment.

“...I guess it is.” I said, giving her a smile.

Smiling, she stood up, looking back at me, before crossing her arms over her chest, and falling back.

I caught her.